Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 532 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Thanks Sir: the like to you. Go bid thy Mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the Bell. Get thee to bed. Is this a Dagger, which I see before me, The Handle toward my Hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not fatal Vision, sensible To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but A Dagger of the Mind, a false Creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed Brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable, As this which now I draw. Thou marshallest me the way that I was going, And such an Instrument I was to use. Mine Eyes are made the fools o' th' other Senses, Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still; And on thy Blade, and Dudgeon, Gouts of Blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody Business, which informs Thus to mine Eyes. Now o'er the one half World Nature seems dead, and wicked Dreams abuse The Curtained sleep: Witchcraft celebrates Pale Heccats Offerings: and withered Murder, alarmed by his Sentinel, the Wolf, Whose howle Watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing sides, towards his design Moves like a Ghost. Thou sour and firme-set Earth Hear not my steps, which they may walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. I go, and it is done: the Bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a Knell, That summons thee to Heaven, or to Hell. That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold: What hath quenched them, hath given me fire. Hark, peace: it was the Owl that shrieked, The fatal Bellman, which gives the sternest good-night. He is about it, the Doors are open: And the surfeited Grooms do mock their charge With Snores. I have drugged their Possets, That Death and Nature do contend about them, Whether they live, or dye. Who's there? what hoa? Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, And 'tis not done: th' attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us: hark: I laid their Daggers ready, He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled My Father as he slept, I had done't. My Husband? I have done the deed: Didst thou not hear a noise? I heard the Owl schreame, and the Crickets cry. Did not you speak? When? Now. As I descended? I. Hark, who lies i' th' second Chamber? Donalbaine. This is a sorry sight. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. There's one did laugh in's sleep, And one cried Murder, that they did wake each other: I stood, and heard them: But they did say their Prayers, And addressed them again to sleep. There are two lodged together. One cried God bless us, and Amen the other, As they had seen me with these Hangman's hands: Listening their fear, I could not say Amen, When they did say God bless us. Consider it not so deeply.
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Thankes Sir: the like to you. Goe bid thy Miſtreſſe, when my drinke is ready, She ſtrike vpon the Bell. Get thee to bed. Is this a Dagger, which I ſee before me, The Handle toward my Hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I haue thee not, and yet I ſee thee ſtill. Art thou not fatall Viſion, ſenſible To feeling, as to ſight? or art thou but A Dagger of the Minde, a falſe Creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppreſſed Braine? I ſee thee yet, in forme as palpable, As this which now I draw. Thou marſhall'ſt me the way that I was going, And ſuch an Inſtrument I was to vſe. Mine Eyes are made the fooles o' th' other Sences, Or elſe worth all the reſt: I ſee thee ſtill; And on thy Blade, and Dudgeon, Gouts of Blood, Which was not ſo before. There's no ſuch thing: It is the bloody Buſineſſe, which informes Thus to mine Eyes. Now o're the one halfe World Nature ſeemes dead, and wicked Dreames abuſe The Curtain'd ſleepe: Witchcraft celebrates Pale Heccats Offrings: and wither'd Murther, Alarum'd by his Centinell, the Wolfe, Whoſe howle's his Watch, thus with his ſtealthy pace, With Tarquins rauiſhing ſides, towards his deſigne Moues like a Ghoſt. Thou ſowre and firme-ſet Earth Heare not my ſteps, which they may walke, for feare Thy very ſtones prate of my where-about, And take the preſent horror from the time, Which now ſutes with it. Whiles I threat, he liues: Words to the heat of deedes too cold breath giues. I goe, and it is done: the Bell inuites me. Heare it not, Duncan, for it is a Knell, That ſummons thee to Heauen, or to Hell. That which hath made thē drunk, hath made me bold: What hath quench'd them, hath giuen me fire. Hearke, peace: it was the Owle that ſhriek'd, The fatall Bell-man, which giues the ſtern'ſt good-night. He is about it, the Doores are open: And the ſurfeted Groomes doe mock their charge With Snores. I haue drugg'd their Poſſets, That Death and Nature doe contend about them, Whether they liue, or dye. Who's there? what hoa? Alack, I am afraid they haue awak'd, And 'tis not done: th' attempt, and not the deed, Confounds vs: hearke: I lay'd their Daggers ready, He could not miſſe 'em. Had he not reſembled My Father as he ſlept, I had don't. My Husband? I haue done the deed: Didſt thou not heare a noyſe? I heard the Owle ſchreame, and the Crickets cry. Did not you ſpeake? When? Now. As I deſcended? I. Hearke, who lyes i' th' ſecond Chamber? Donalbaine. This is a ſorry ſight. A fooliſh thought, to ſay a ſorry ſight. There's one did laugh in's ſleepe, And one cry'd Murther, that they did wake each other: I ſtood, and heard them: But they did ſay their Prayers, And addreſt them againe to ſleepe. There are two lodg'd together. One cry'd God bleſſe vs, and Amen the other, As they had ſeene me with theſe Hangmans hands: Liſtning their feare, I could not ſay Amen, When they did ſay God bleſſe vs. Conſider it not ſo deepely.